Trees from South Bay by The Mops

These are my bones, my flushed cheeks,
take in my burnt back, my strong knees
I hate you for thinking that you ever knew me -
I love you for thinking that you ever knew me.

These are my pages and they're turning fast
I'm drawn to the questions that I shouldn't ask:
How deep can I cut and still not know
I've got twenty houses still nowhere to go?

I met a kind heart we were stuck on a lake
I guess than I learned just how much was at stake
Now I'm stuck on a train and it's all that I know
This life that we planned out in Ohio !

I'll live in the trees
and I hope that you'll try to move in with me
when we're twenty five

I'm afraid of the wit, of things stuck in my head
But I'll want your warm words til the day that I'm dead

I hate you for thinking that you ever knew me -
I love you for thinking that you ever knew me.

• Folk
• home
• new york
• trains
• Pleasantville